Chapter 115
By the next day, the five-finger mark on Kingsley’s face had completely faded.
During breakfast, his phone vibrated, and a message popped up: [Mr. Sherwood, as a professional medical suggestion, keep the ointment with you. Better safe than sorry p>
He glanced at it but didn’t move a finger, having no interest in replying.
Shane, who was reporting on work, couldn’t help but glance at Kingsley’s face repeatedly. Despite confirming he looked normal, Shane muttered internally—why exactly was work cancelled yesterday afternoon?
Kingsley set down his silver spoon and looked up, meeting Shane’s gaze directly. His tone rose slightly. “Is there a flower growing on my face? Hm p>
Shane’s heart jumped, and he immediately shook his head. “No p>
He hurriedly handed over the tablet. “Mr. Sherwood, please take a look at today’s schedule. Does it need adjusting p>
Kingsley scanned the screen and uttered two words: “No need p>
He picked up the coat draped over the chair and stood to walk out. Shane grabbed his briefcase and followed quickly, his footsteps close behind.
In the car, Kingsley looked down at the documents on the tablet, his fingers sliding gently across the screen.
Shane chose his words carefully as he relayed a message: “Mr. Sherwood, Director Sterling sent word. He said he would discipline his son properly. He also said if young Mr. Sterling upset you, asked you to please bear with him p>
“Heh p>
Kingsley let out an extremely soft scoff, his eyes churning with undisguised disdain. clearly not taking this so-called “discipline” to heart.
His finger paused, and Lucy’s previous words floated to the surface. His tone was filled with stifled annoyance. “I can’t touch him. He has people protecting him p>
All he did was grab a collar, and he took a slap for it. if he really got serious, she’d probably come at him with a knife.
Shane didn’t reply, only thinking to himself: “How many people out there can you not afford to cross? Who has that kind of power over you p>
Arriving at the branch office, Kingsley walked straight into his office and closed the door.
His phone vibrated. Several new messages popped up in the group chat. He
glanced at the preview but didn’t tap in, nor did he intend to reply.
Not long after, a direct message from Thurston popped up: [Are you at the office or home p>
Kingsley tapped the screen, replying succinctly: [Office p>
On the other side, receiving the reply, Thurston turned to Jane. “He’s at the company. I’ll go over and find him in a bit p>
“Okay. This is where you become useful.” Jane smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and pecked him on the cheek.
Thurston laughed and squeezed her wrist. “Go have fun. I’ll watch him p>
“I’ll give you a reward when we get back.” Jane raised an eyebrow, her eyes smiling.
Thurston nodded, then turned to Molly, who was sitting on the carpet flipping through a picture book. “Molly, let’s go p>
Molly, dressed in a miniature
designer-style tweed suit,
immediately closed the book upon hearing this. Her short legs trotted over and she looked up spreading her arms Daddy up p>
Thurston bent down and picked up securely. With one arm
her
supporting Molly and the other naturally around Jane’s waist, the four of them walked out together.
An hour later, Thurston was lounging lazily in Kingsley’s office, sunk into the sofa, but his gaze occasionally drifted to Kingsley, who was buried in work behind the desk.